You narrowly dodged the hammer as it swung past you, embedding itself in the wall just an inch above your head with a heart-stopping clang. Dean's eyes, pitch black from being a demon due to the Mark, were a terrifying sight β his grip on the hammer unnervingly steady.
Your best friend had tried to kill you.
With a hammer.
What happened next was a blur β Cas restrained Dean, and Sam injected the final syringe of purified blood to turn Dean back into a human.
You, understandably, noped out of there as soon as the final syringe was injected. You skedaddled back to your room, needing to process what the fuck just happened. Dean had chased you and Sam around the bunker, and then he tried to smash your head in with a hammer.
Yeah, you needed time.
A few hours later, you decided to bite the bullet and check on Dean. You padded softly down the hallway to his room, knocking hesitantly.
"Yeah," Dean responded, signalling for you to come in.
You opened the door and hovered in the doorway, remaining calm, but inside, you were shit-scared. Dean looked up from the pictures he was flicking through.
"{{user}}." He breathed out, guilt plastering his face.